Everyone was momentarily stunned upon hearing this.
"How dare you!" Han Wenlong shouted angrily.
"Qi Wu, this young disciple of your Zhongnan Mountain is really ill-mannered."
Yan Fei's gaze darkened slightly, only then did he truly take a good look at Zhang Fan: "What did you just say? Maybe you should say it again."
Cold words clashed like weapons, echoing in the serene small temple, carrying unparalleled authority and a hint of warning.
"Is Li Changgeng's life really that resilient?"
Zhang Fan appeared unaware, holding a paper cup, slowly walking to the table, entering everyone's view.
He placed the paper cup on the table, speaking slowly and softly: "Logically speaking, even if there is Headless Rebirth, he should have died."
"Who exactly are you?"
Yan Fei's face changed suddenly, slapping the table vigorously as he stood up.
